Zhao Jiutian’s heart skipped a beat. A foreboding premonition rose in his heart but he immediately pressed it down.

This competition was related to the treasure furnace’s remnant spirit, so it was one that their Cleansing Temple had to win. All backup preparations had been completed, so it was impossible for there to be any problems.

Hum hum!

White Fengfeng, just wait until you arrive at my Cleansing Temple. Then everything will be beyond your control.

With a cold sneer, Zhao Jiutian stepped towards the field. But soon he came to a stop, his face full of awe, “Greetings, Revered Yuan!”

Yuan Tiangang had a light expression. “Zhao Jiutian, I know about your bet with White Fengfeng. If you can win, I will guarantee you endlessly vast prospects in the future.”

Zhao Jiutian was overjoyed. He expressed his thanks again and again.

On another side, Ming Siyuan appeared in front of the people from the Great Desolate Lake. His complexion was heavy, “Young master, you were far too careless! I have obtained news that Cleansing Temple has made arrangements to ensure that they obtain the treasure furnace’s remnant spirit no matter the cost. Zhao Jiutian’s bet was surely a trap! Although our Great Desolate Lake isn’t afraid of that, you should always consider every possibility.”

His eyes were cold and severe. He looked at Black Beibei, “You were right beside her, so how come you didn’t stop the miss?”

Black Beibei cried without...